This Time, I Will Get My Divorce, Mr novel Chapter 757

Chapter 757 The Accident

Horror dawned on Jessica, and she felt her blood grow cold. Even her calves were trembling as she thought, This man is the devil! He actually wants someone to greet me in hell! Determined not to end up in the same miserable state as Sandra had, she cried out in panic, “Mr. Fuller, I was wrong, I really was. Please, please don’t do this to me! I promise this won’t happen ever again. I swear on my life!” She began to plead for mercy relentlessly, hoping to persuade Toby to spare her.

However, Toby remained impassive, and being the heartless man that he was, he didn’t look like he was about to pardon her wrongdoings at all.

Jessica might be brash, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew what Sonia would look like the moment she found out about the truth of her own identity, and similarly, she knew there was no way Toby would spare her, even if she pleaded for mercy to her wits’ end. Then why am I still begging like this?

At the thought of this, a menacing grimace twisted her features, and she glowered at Toby mutinously, grinding out the words with force, “Listen here, Fuller, even if you don’t spare me now, I’ll only be in prison for a couple of months. When I’m released, I’ll still find Sonia and tell her every little detail about her being Titus’ biological daughter!”

“From the looks of things, Titus will only have a few months more to live. Do you think he’d be around by the time you are released from prison? The moment he dies, the feud between the Reed and the Gray families will be automatically resolved, and the truth of Sonia’s birth will not have that much of an effect on her anymore, so you were set up to fail from the very beginning,” Toby countered icily, then strode easily out of the door, leaving behind a shell-shocked Jessica.

I-Is that true? Have I really been set up to fail from the very beginning? Jessica’s lips quivered as she struggled to come to terms with this reality.

But at that moment, the memories of how she had been forced to admit defeat before Sonia for the last few times flashed in her mind; she had never once had the upper hand in any of their games. Is this it? Will I always be defeated by Sonia no matter how hard I try? No. This can’t be. I won’t stand for it. I will not go down like this!

A sense of urgency gripped her as she turned to fix her eyes on the door, then maniacally shouted in its direction, “Hey! Someone! Anyone! Bring me Sonia. I want to see Sonia!” She refused to believe that Toby truly had what it took to stop the police officers from violating her rights as a civilian to see anyone while in detention.

Alas, even as her throat became sandpapery from all her roaring in the detention room, not one officer came in to check on her, for Tom had given all the officers a heads-up prior to this.

“President Fuller,” Tom greeted respectfully when he saw Toby emerge from the doorway, stopping his conversation with the captain of the police station.

Toby hummed in acknowledgment, then strolled up to the captain with a proffered handshake. The captain, naturally, did not reject such pleasantries.

Having exchanged a perfunctory handshake, Toby withdrew his hand and said, “There’s one more thing I need you and your officers to help me out with.”

The captain eyed him evenly. “Of course, Mr. Fuller.”

“I would like Jessica to be cut off from the outside world for the next few months of her imprisonment,” Toby began, meeting the captain’s gaze steadily. “I don’t want her seeing or talking to anyone, and if there are any visitors who wish to see or speak to her, please turn them away and let me know immediately.”

The captain gave an amiable smile. “Of course. It’s no trouble at all.” It went without saying that he only agreed to such terms so readily because of Toby’s status as the president of Fuller Group, and he wouldn’t have done so for any other ordinary person. More importantly, Toby’s grandfather was a powerful politician who had contributed significantly to the country; common courtesy would have compelled the captain to allow such a favor.

“Your help is greatly appreciated,” Toby said with a nod. “When I get back, I shall have a sum of money wired to your esteemed station as labor fees.”

Upon hearing this, the captain broke into a wide grin. “We thank you in advance, President Fuller.”

With a hum, Toby turned to leave the station, with Tom in tow.

Having gotten into the car, Tom glanced into the rearview mirror at the man who was pinching his nose bridge, asking, “Will we be heading back to your place now, President Fuller, or Miss Reed’s?”

“What do you think?” Toby looked up and shot him a withering look.

Tom retracted his gaze immediately and fixed his eyes ahead. “Got it. I’ll drop you off at Miss Reed’s immediately.”

He should have known the answer beforehand. President Fuller had only just claimed Miss Reed as his own last night, so naturally, he’ll have to go back and keep her company. I mean, he’d be a jerk if he just sped off after putting on his pants and left her high and dry. No wonder he glared at me; I basically asked a stupid question. Hah! Tom gave a sheepish grin and said nothing more as he proceeded to maneuver the car down the road.

In the backseat, Toby had his phone in hand as he texted Sonia. ‘I’m on my way home now.’

Meanwhile, in Bayside Residence, Sonia was sitting on the couch watching television when she heard her phone chime with a new message. She picked it up and saw Toby’s text, then smiled as she replied, ‘Okay, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Be safe on the way back.”